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a) i need friends b) foo fighters doing you're so vein right now on tv is perfect [03 Dec 2008|09:19pm] kstewart A little after twelve The function suite was full Of people I had never seen before Ripped up ticket stubs Confettied on the floor It dawned on me I'd seen it all before Cool your beans my son You look a fucking mess No ones getting out of here tonight Hit that button there The one that just says wrong We'll lose our minds to all our favourite songs Throw forward to later you look light on your feet When you whirled in the room I was nailed to my seat I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place It puts a vault in my step And a grin on my face It can't contain me but you'll need an army To get me back in my box Or snap the branches off me A little after four The function suite is dead And I am just a ripped up ticket stub But heres a helping hand A voice that's far to close And I am up and on my broken limbs Throw forward to later you look light on your feet When you whirled in the room I was nailed to my seat I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place It puts a vault in my step And a grin on my face It can't contain me but you'll need an army To get me back in my box Or snap the branches off me And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place It puts a vault in my step And a grin on my face It can't contain me but you'll need an army To get me back in my box Or snap the branches off me 5 comments|post comment

romantic [30 Nov 2008|06:45pm] dpal [ mood | melgl ] I won't stop following you, Now help me pray for the death of everything new. Then we'll fly farther 'Cause you're my girl and that's all right. If you sting me, I wont mind. We'll stop to rest on the moon and we'll make fire I'll steal a carcass for you Then feed off the virus 'Cause you're my girl and that's all right If you sting me, I wont mind 'Cause you're my girl and that's all right If you sting me I wont... Now now look at em, look at em now, look at em, sting. 8 comments|post comment

weathertron assemble [28 Nov 2008|08:45pm] dpal Automaton bells rock well from death valley. shit, we all mingle in ditch mass grave for the kids clash with the combat rap set, A weathermen funk breath, The last rebels left? Slide off or get the digipack slashed in your neck. You're figitin' with 28 day simian. Yeah, dog, Him again. The bad touch destruct militant drum percussion lust diligent, The surface that gave birth to the style is NY. The jihad recipient sky is too fly. The roof of the witnessing spot was BK A cloud of asbestos - I guess it's d day. Now you want me to move and do how you say or look into my brain through this glass toupee. Fuck this, how 'bout I just smack you bitch? Save that 4th reich boogie for them plastic twits or the old women of fate stichin' the casket nits. I'll be drunk on the back of the train takin' a piss Bumpin' BDP through a raheem kit. With double d duracel destiny megamix like everything must go. You wanna get on some fly shit ? Get on some butterfly to the fire shit. Everything must go. I wanna sell you the dream, I wanna watch you come apart at the seams. Everything must go, You wanna get on some fly shit? Get on some butterfly to the fire shit. Everything must go. I wanna sell you a dream. Get over here and buy, you hoe. Excuse me, little child Why the devious smile? Well, I've become what I've forsaken and the irony's wild. Are you in charge of this outfit? Nah, not me, cousin I wrestle distinction from the chompers of a buzzard. Is my mommy in heaven? Well, she's definitely not here, now run away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear. I'm tryna mix up this molotov then peel the fuck off I've got a windmill to tackle, son. Polish my gun off. My hot pink milimeter space heater duck down pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat duck down. 2 comments|post comment

idk if youre talking about me but if you are LMAO [25 Nov 2008|07:18am] dpal [ mood | SLEEPY ] I'm a Lexicon devil with a battered brain searching for a future the world's my aim so gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds gimme gimme this gimme gimme that. I want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove I want gunboy rovers that will wreck this club. I'll build you up and level your heads. We'll run it my way cold men and politics dead...I'll get silver guns to drip old blood. let's get this established joke a shove we're gonna wreak havok on this rancid mill. I'm searchin' for somethin' even if I'm killed. post comment

full of failure and oxymorons down below [24 Nov 2008|03:33pm] dpal Kings and sons of god, travel all the way to earth coming restless mile easing all of them, all of them for you. strange times are here. scratch you in the square meant so much when we first met people come from far and near bless them me, bless them everyone strange times are here. stay here to dry your tear I will be the one to pull you through the mirror before you come, before you come undone, strange times are here 2 comments|post comment

whats up?? [23 Nov 2008|03:38pm] dpal BIG on the underground what’s the point of knocking me down? everybody knows I’m already good on the ground most of us stay strong shit don’t really bound us then I go on my own making bombs with rubber bands I have my hard down so I need a man for romance streets are making em hard so they selfish little roamers jumpin’ girl to girl make us meat like burgers when I get fat I’ll pop me out some leaders. post comment

[20 Nov 2008|07:38pm] dpal Sawing off the pavement repenting their past lives might I be the only pain that's left to be left behind? Clay and pygmy footsteps rusted, boil it clean. A bullet in linguistics that only we can breathe. Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now beneath sepulchers raise your entrails as an offer. Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now beneath sepulchers raise your entrails as an offer. Following with pitchforks In a cattle prodded theme signaling the sedative to emaciate the queen bowing in constriction any time you leave we've slipped ourselves in angels in catabata leaves. In my sign I was born to bring death at the footsteps of your home tonight I have sown all the hair and crooked nails that you all have worn while your white sense of hope I plant the vermin just who makes it so? How long must we fold our hands? Our guts are burning wheels again get a match that will make you thin. Come clean with the antidote after all we came undone a pair of sluts with hosts that fall. One day we will pay your debt our centipedes will pick the dead post comment

hi nicole [13 Nov 2008|11:16am] dpal [ music | COOCOOCACHU ] Is the can half diseased or is the disease half canned? And is the man half machine or is the machine half man? I'm unretrofied for you. Is the can half diseased or is the disease half canned? Or is the man half machine or the machine half man? I'm unretrofied for you, so come on, so come on. I'll just fake it in the end, Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end. Time is wasted in the end, Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again. Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left, Calloused intentions it seems cowards invention at best, I'm unretrofied for you. Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left, Calloused intentions it seems cowards invention at best, I'm unretrofied for you, so come on, so come on. 8 comments|post comment

this song always brings back memories [05 Nov 2008|01:44pm] mcmahonar so here we are now, a sip of wine, a sip of water. someday maybe, maybe someday we’ll be smarter. and i’m sorry that i’m such a mess, i drank all my money could get and, took everything you let me have and then i never loved you back. if you don’t don't know, why would you say so? would you mean this please if it happens? if you don’t know, why would you say so? won’t you get your story straight? if you don’t know, honey, why'd you just say so? 'cause i need this now yeah, need this, need this. if you don’t well, honey, then you don’t. and if you don’t well, honey, then you don’t. post comment

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5aW0M_Ujmw the video says it better [03 Nov 2008|12:26pm] tritter you left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together. i lick my wounds but i can't never see them getting better. something's gotta change, things cannot stay the same. her hair was pressed against her face, her eyes were red with anger, enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior. something's gotta change, it must be rearranged. i'm sorry, i did not mean to hurt my little girl. it's beyond me, i cannot carry the weight of the heavy world. so goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, i hope that hings work out all right. the room was silent as we tried so hard to remember the way it feels to be alive, the day that he first met her. something's gotta change, things cannot stay the same. you make me think of someone wonderful, but i can't place her. i wake up every morning wishing one more time to face her. something's gotta change, it must be rearranged. i'm sorry, i did not mean to hurt my little girl. it's beyond me, i cannot carry the weight of the heavy world. so goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, i hope that things work out all right. so much to love, so much to learn, but i won't be there to teach you, i know i can't be close, but i try my best to reach you. i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to hurt my little girl, it's beyond me, i cannot carry the weight of a heavy world. so goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, hope that things work out all right. 6 comments|post comment

[09 Oct 2008|09:10pm] urieboydb dear Prudence, won't you come out to play. dear Prudence, greet the brand new day. the sun is up, the sky is blue it's beautiful and so are you. dear Prudence won't you come out to play. dear Prudence open up your eyes dear Prudence see the sunny skies. the wind is low the birds will sing that you are part of everything dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes? look around round round. dear Prudence let me see you smile dear Prudence like a little child. the clouds will be a daisy chain so let me see you smile again dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile? dear Prudence, won't you come out to play dear Prudence, greet the brand new day the sun is up, the sky is blue it's beautiful and so are you dear Prudence won't you come out to play 6 comments|post comment

[22 Sep 2008|07:40pm] lmclairem do ya wanna fight with me? 2 comments|post comment

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